Thoughts Un-describable. Scattered.
THAT feeling is missed. The last piece of the puzzle is lost.
Expression is difficult. Self doubt sets in. The attacks begin.
Surrounded. Everywhere you turn you see it. You notice that you’re the only one - the black sheep.
What are you doing wrong?
The truth is hidden. A smile becomes the mask. At night, your head laying on that pillow, sleeping is a struggle - it always is, that lie, that simple lie, will consume you, eat you alive, because you know the truth, you know that that last piece of the puzzle, the piece that is lost, is the most important piece. Picture incomplete.
Happiness for the ones you care for most, yet at the back of your head your wonder: "When"
Sitting at a table. Stories Shared. What can you offer?
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